The little ladies were, as usual, delighted to see him.
These weekly visits were charming; their nephew could be admired and fussed over to their hearts' content, but was off again before they had time to feel their small resources at an end.

The next morning he dutifully went to church with them.

Sunday was a proud day for the Misses Woodhouse; each took an arm of the young man, whose very size made him imposing, and walked in a stately way to the door of St.Michael's.

They would gladly have been supported by him to their pew, but it would have been, Miss Deborah said, really flaunting their nephew in the faces of less fortunate families, for Ashurst could not boast of another young man.
Miss Ruth wore her new bonnet that day in honor of his presence.

She had taken it from the bandbox and carefully removed its wrapping of tissue paper, looking anxiously at the clouds as she smoothed the lavender strings and pinched the white asters on the side, before she decided that it was safe to wear it.
Gifford looked up the rectory lane as they drew near the church, and Miss Deborah noticed it.